I watch David Blaine

find myself believing

in anything, in many things

I watch David Blaine

find myself believing

in anything, in anything

where would I kiss ya

if I could kiss ya?

why would I kiss ya

if I could kiss ya?

I'm sorry I'm high let's go

sometimes I cry cause I know

I'll never have all the answers

separated by a subway transfer

I watch you disappear

as my train rolls away

I know you could've kissed me

but I'll have to wait

where would I kiss ya

if I could kiss ya?

why should I kiss ya

if I could kiss ya?

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Writer(s): Greta Kline